Whistler – Katharine Coles

I might have married a painter,
Therefore his mother. A radar

Detector, a snow-covered
Mountain, a novel

By John Grisham not even
Out yet. No, I wed

The cop directing my rush,
Toot toot, a trainer to test

Agility, a kettle calling
Time to steep. Yes,

But I married this bird you must
Close your eyes to know

At scale, to hear his trills
And fancy arpeggios

Come-come-hithering.
His note of warning.

– Katharine Coles

(art by Erin Armstrong: Built From Glass)

Who Keeps Me Going

you woke up this morning

smiling and bouncing

never mind last night,

it’s new mommy

in fresh light

with the same hair

same glasses,

same missed matched socks,

same puffy eyes

you see sometimes,

same love

that’ll try even harder this time

with the smile alive

only ’cause of you

– B. Brown

Sometimes, I look at my daughter and wonder what I did to deserve to opportunity to mother such a beautifully, brilliant soul.

(image courtesy of Pinterest)